Fifty Shades Freed is the final chapter in a franchise that has been solemnly focused on one thing. No, not the bondage or the S&M, though those do play a crucial role in dressing up (or stripping down) the focal-point of this series. Really, Fifty Shades has always been about the fantasy. A handsome billionaire introducing an unremarkable girl to a world of unlimited possibilities is a powerful escape into la la land. Give that billionaire a brooding, dominating personality, and a passion for sexual play to match it, and you’ve got a fantasy that is at the same time lavish and dangerous. It’s no wonder that so many people have been sucked into it.
It’s important to realize that, while this is a powerful escapist fiction, it does not necessarily translate into a good movie. After all, a fantasy can begin and end whenever you want, comforting you when times are bleak, or when you just need to shed the baggage of modern life. Movies have to be entertaining for two hours, not just when it suits the movie to be so. In this sense, Fifty Shades Freed fails as a movie. The plot is threadbare, bordering on nonexistent, and there’s a distinct lack of interesting characters and moments that make this outing feel like a hazy daydream rather than a real story. It’s pure fantasy, and not particularly well-written fantasy either.
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